Selena Kitt - Naughty Bits

“First door on your left.” I was glad she had to go. It didn’t just give my poor dick a break-it gave me time to think about ways to get rid of her. I could only vaguely remember her hanging on my arm earlier in the night while I watched my sister grind on the dance floor with Ken. When the pub closed down, and Dawn gave me her little finger-wagging wave on the way out, somehow Julie ended up tagging along after me while I trudged home, talking the whole while, although I’m not sure what about.

I heard a flush and sighed, yanking my jeans up over my waning cock. I knew it was crazy – I had a girl, a perfectly willing, more than sufficiently sloshed and decidedly randy girl – in my very own bedroom, and I was about to ask her to leave. And why? Because all I could do was think about my damned sister and the way she felt earlier all over me as I fucked her in the washroom of the pub? What kind of knob was I turning into?

“What are you doing here?” Dawn’s voice carried clearly through my door and I bolted out of bed to find her standing in the landing, Ken coming up the stairs behind her. Julie blocked their way down the hall, her top still half undone. I noticed Ken noticing and gritted my teeth. “What the hell, David? Mum and Dad take a trip and you decide to turn the house into a knocking shop?”

I snorted, looking pointedly at Ken, and picked up an imaginary telephone. “Hello, Pot? This is Kettle. You’re black.”

Dawn had the decency to blush, at least. “Ken’s place is… unavailable.”

“Spraying it for fleas?”

“Shut up, David.”

“Julie.” I held my hand out to her and she smiled and melted rather nicely against me in the doorway. I enjoyed the look of fury on Dawn’s face. “Let’s get back to knocking.”

“I’m telling Mum.”

“You do that.” I pulled Julie past me, into the room, and lowered my voice. “And I’ll have lots of interesting things to tell Mum about my…older… sister… the one who’s supposed to be looking out for herbaby brother…”

She glanced back at Ken and then hissed. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

I grinned as she stamped her foot, her hands balled into fists at her sides, but I shut the door before she could start her building tirade and shoved a chair under the door handle so she couldn’t burst in. Julie sidled up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and taking steps back toward the bed.

“Don’t you hate having a sister?”

“You have no idea.”

She put her hand over my crotch and sighed. “You must be really ready to blow.”

“You have no idea.”

“Let me make you forget all about her.”

I sighed. Good luck with that. “Let’s give it a try.”

Afraid to let her at my poor, aching cock again, I rolled her over onto her back as we kissed, sliding down and finishing unbuttoning her top. She made happy noises and even helped me with her bra strap when I fumbled behind her back for the hooks. Her breasts were almost as full in my hands as Dawn’s, but I was right about her nipples – small and dark, like little pebbles under my tongue. I pressed her tits together and buried my face between them, feeling a little dizzy, probably still more than a little drunk. I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, that I was imagining my sister, the velvet feel of her skin, the way she gripped my hair, guiding me lower, lower…

“Oh David, yes.” Julie whimpered and wiggled, but the sound of her voice broke my little trance, brought me back to the present, where it wasn’t Dawn in my bed after all.

“SHH!” I urged her, a little too harshly, and she jumped. Even in the dark I could feel her draw back. “Sorry… It’s just… my sister… down the hall…”

“Right.”

“I’m sorry.” I really was sorry. What was I thinking? Here was this girl, a nice girl by all rights, although a little bit slutty to be willing to do this on a first date – not even a date, really. But I could forgive her, considering we’d known each other so long. Here was this nice, willing girl, and I was feeling withdrawn and hateful. I lowered my head to her breasts again in apology, licking at her nipples. She sighed and arched, her breath coming faster as I sucked them into my mouth. I experimented, pressing them together, running my tongue back and forth between her nipples.

“Oh God! YES!”

Both of us froze at the sound of my sister’s voice. It carried all the way down the hall, frenzied and loud. “Yes! Yes! YES!”

I blinked fast, glad for the darkness so Julie couldn’t see the rising colour in my face. She would have mistaken it for embarrassment anyway, but it wasn’t. I was furious.

Julie giggled. “And you thoughtI was being loud?”

“Fucking hell!” Gritting my teeth against my sister’s moans, I pinched Julie’s nipples, probably a little too hard, making her squeal. “You like that?” She yelped as I sucked one of them into my mouth, working the other one between my thumb and first finger, and then she moaned, her head going back, her hips pressing up against me.

I was furious with Dawn and taking it out on Julie, but I’m pretty sure the girl in my bed mistook my newfound fervour as passion and saw it as a welcome change from my former laissez-faire attitude. She grabbed my head, pressing me lower, lifting her skirt up over her hips. I heard my sister making that tell-tale “uh-uh-uh” and knew, whatever they were doing, that she was going to come. The thought made me crazy and I pressed my face between Julie’s legs with a pained groan, finding the gusset of her knickers wet, the smell of her making me even more dizzy.

“Yes, Davey,” Julie whispered. It was the name they used to call me in sixth form-the name my sister used when she teased me. “Yes, yes, please, lick it, please…”

I yanked the material aside, exposing the soft, dark down of her pubic hair. I was grateful she wasn’t shaved smooth – I didn’t want any more reminders of Dawn.

“Tell me,” I insisted, parting her lips with my fingers, hearing her whimper. “Tell me you want it.”

“Oh God.” Her hips rocked up toward my mouth. “Please, yes. I want it. I want it!”

My sister was getting fucked. I knew the steady, staccato sound of her voice, rising with her orgasm, as a cock slammed into her again and again. That little weasel was fucking my sister. Never mind that I wanted to be that bloke – never mind that Ihad been that bloke, earlier tonight, rutting between my own sister’s legs like some wild boar that didn’t know the difference between food and rubbish. What was I turning into? My cock ached, listening to the rolling rise of her voice, the sweet catch in it, the way it lowered when she begged, “Fuck me hard! Harder! Come on! Come on!”

Was she thinking about me, I wondered? And what if she wasn’t? The thought made me go cold inside, remembering what she’d said earlier, about how wrong what we were doing really was. As if I didn’t know that? As if I hadn’t agonised over it from the beginning? Now thatI’d given in, she was…

It came to me that she was doing this on purpose-being loud, putting on a show-to prove something? But what?

Julie wriggled out of her knickers, spreading her legs wide again, inviting me with every rock and sigh. Listening to my sister was making me insane with jealousy and lust. I wanted to go down there, burst into the room, kick Ken’s whiny little arse from one end of the room to the other, and then give my sister the spanking she deserved-but I knew I couldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t even be thinking about it, shouldn’t even care. But I did. Far too much.

The girl whose legs were spread for me seemed to notice my hesitation, sense my dilemma. God, I hope not. I couldn’t see her face in the dark, but she was quiet now, her breathing slower. I made a decision, then and there, that I was going to make Julie feel so good she’d scream with pleasure-and maybe, just maybe, give Dawn a little dose of her own medicine.